This book is told entirely through letters, emails, notes, and other bits of correspondence, and I loved that structure. It gives you these tiny, voyeuristic peeks into people’s lives that slowly start to feel very intimate and very human.
What really stuck with me, though, was the quiet longing for the way we used to communicate — when reaching out took time and intention, and there was something physical and meaningful about it. This felt like a love letter to slower, more thoughtful connection, and that gave the whole book a soft, existential ache.
The audiobook was especially great because it had a full cast, so every voice felt distinct and personal. This didn’t totally blow my mind, but it was different, comforting, and quietly emotional, and I’m really glad I read it.